Blessings by the River

Blessed be the one who turns from wicked men and darker ways, who stands not

in the path of sin nor mocks with fools in idle days. His heart is

set upon the word, he hums its truth in moonlight hours.

By dawn, he seeks the Lord again, for wisdom blooms like morning flowers.

By the river, he is planted, roots go deep and branches soar. Fruit will rise

in season's timing, leaves shall wither nevermore. But the wicked blow like ashes

on the wild and wandering shore. He walks the ancient holy path where quiet streams

and sunlight play. The blessings of the Lord are near to guide his